1,2,3,4 Poem for Jhin

The stage is set and the lamps are lit the only sound that can be heard is a child's crying fit. I pace in the back going over my lines tonight this show is Truly going to redefine. The Dancers stand tall with zeal in their steps as they march onto the stage alert of a single frightful misstep. The Singers primed, there voices are ready to sing of my Whisper song so quiet, so deadly. Outside the curtain I can hear it all, the sound of delight alight upon this mid summers night. In the darkness I gather my thoughts as I load into the chamber FOUR graceful shots. I steady my hand and force back the fear tonight shall be a delightful dance of blood and fear. I can hear the bells calling my name longing for a show of infamous acclaim. 1. I ascend the dusty steps and await my queue humming a little tune only I know to be true. 2. I put on my face as the angelic call rings clear every piece in place, my time draws near. 3. I push back the curtain to the shock of all the show has begun upon this Curtains Call. 4.

A small poem for Jhin. https://youtu.be/JdJ7jhV3B4A some atmosphere to read with if you want. :D